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Fragmentation

The same old spot I pick at: this fragile island brick. Through scraping, scratching, needling probe, It crumbles at my touch

red stuff cakes my nails

and I may wear the stain for years

and then the wall might wear away

but I might

still be picking here

Erosion is creation, but this film of dust just coats and drifts

—Erin Fagan